Dark, desolate, lonely, what a world it is! There is no end to heaven and earth, let alone mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects and beasts; There is no hunger, thirst, cold and warmth, no pain and taste, there is only boundless gloomy darkness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The young man didn't dare to stop his feet, so he could only blindly pull his legs and run wildly in this dark world, tired but not endless.

Hell? But there were no terrible ghosts. The legendary black and white impermanence, the Ten Palaces of Hades, the Nai He Bridge, the Broken Soul Soup, the Wangxiang Tower... It doesn't exist in this horrible world.

Yi Ming wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be tightly choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound. I want to stop running senselessly, but there is a strong obsession in my heart that drives me.

Who am I? Why is it in such a world? Am I dead? No one could give him a clear answer, and loneliness was like a little spark, igniting the boundless fear in his heart. In the end, even this clear trace of fear became numb.

I'm really tired, this world with boundless magic, I can't break out. Whenever he wanted to give up, a vague voice in his head called loudly.

This voice sounded so kind and anxious, it was the only thing Yi Ming could perceive and remember. The faint voice, strange but intimately related to himself, seemed to be all he had ever had.

No, now in my confused mind, two more voices appeared. These two voices are their own, yes, they are their own!

You can't stop yourself, you can't stop. If you stop, everything will go up in smoke. You will never see the owner of that voice, and you will never hear the call that haunts your heart.

Another voice was a loud encourager, and whenever he wanted to fall, this voice would follow, reminding Yi Ming, who was already desperate, over and over again.

Don't struggle, I'm really tired! Fall down, you won't have to be so tired when you fall. It's all about you anymore, but why not give up? Give up, and you won't be so tired! It's as simple as falling asleep.

The third voice seemed to be whispering to bewitch him, his tired legs slowly becoming a little weak, and bursts of seductive sleepiness began to permeate his senses.

You can't sleep, and you can't stop your steps! You still have things to do, you still have relatives waiting hard, you sleep, then he also sleeps.

When the voice that bewitched himself appeared, the first voice always urged him anxiously. Close relatives? Who is he?

Yes, it's true, you can't sleep. Hold on a little longer, be patient a little longer! Believe me, sooner or later this dark world will come to an end, brace your legs and run.

The second voice inspired Yi Ming with the call from outside, although his legs were weak, but they were infused with hope, and the arduous steps were taken again.

Suddenly, there was a loud cheer in my ears! A person's name was faintly called. Yi Yang? The name is its own? Or is it that person? Could it be that there is another time that is cheering and shouting for itself?

Just as the boy tried to hear what was being said in that world, his ears suddenly lost his function, and there was only a desperate silence.

Yes, I can't stop, I'm going to get out of this world. I stopped, and the man died, and although I don't know who he was, he couldn't die, absolutely not! I can't die either!

The chaotic world, the chaotic self, and the chaotic voices still did not stop his heavy and tired steps, the darkness was still ahead, and everything was still boundless.

A mountain of farmland and mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forests, surrounded by clean rivers and soft smoke. At the foot of the hill is a village of hundreds of families, and a snotty-blind toddler sits in front of a low mud house, smiling at himself.

I remember! But where is this picture? What does that child have to do with him, but Yi Ming finds nothing. Broken memories only vaguely piece together a picture of déjà vu.

In the office of Director Zhao of the Second Hospital of the Medical University, an urgent bell sounded, and the switch of the monitor was pressed, and the anxious image of nurse Yang Nana appeared on the screen.

"Director Zhao, the patient's leg! There was a continuous self-reaction just now, come and take a look! ”

Xiao Yang's discovery surprised Zhao Mingjie, and after hearing her notice, he immediately ran to Yi Ming's ward. If the patient has a knee-jerk passive reaction, it means that the day when he will regain consciousness will not be far away!

Yi Ming was still lying quietly on the hospital bed, his face was no longer pale, and although the ruddy background was insufficient, it was clearly visible. And that surprising passive reaction did not reappear.

"How long did the patient's reactive response last, and were there any other conditions? Is all the data still normal? ”

In the face of the director's aggressive questioning, Xiao Yang, who looked happy, did not speak, and hurriedly handed over a daily medical record. Turn on the monitor again.

"How? Director. After the director finished watching the screen of the monitor and just closed the medical record, Xiao Yang asked anxiously.

"Based on the patient's reaction time and data, the situation is really optimistic. But don't rejoice too soon, anything can happen during this period. ”

"The video sent by Xiaoyi should have worked, increasing the intensity of traditional Chinese medicine auxiliary treatment, and closely observing it at any time. If nothing else, Yi Ming will definitely be able to fully recover in less than a year. ”

This Director Zhao, is he a little too excited, and his startled statement made Xiao Yang feel secretly funny in his heart, which is already great news.

Being able to see patients recover is the greatest hope of every medical staff. What's more, this handsome young man on the hospital bed is still the brother of his idol.

"Also, you can inform Yi Ming of this news to the United States moderately, but don't exaggerate it. It's better to be cautious, and the recovery time is set at about two years. ”

Director Zhao, who was already sure in his heart, said to Nurse Xiao Yang quietly.

This is a bit puzzling, why do you say two years when you can recover in one year? Even if the hospital has to be cautious and responsible, the time span is a bit too large.

Maybe it's the doctor's unknown ending, leaving a step that can be turned around. Or the hospital wants to earn more money for a year's treatment! Nurse Xiao Yang didn't dare to ask more, after all, this was the opinion of the attending physician.